He wore
his decomposing rags,
plastic-bag socks,
hole-bearing boots,
His thickly matted tree bark of a beard,
sunburnt leather of skin, and all the dirt between it, stagnant fetor
His three crushed menthols,
His stolen watch,
His fathomless, resonant eyes,
With pride.
his decomposing rags,
plastic-bag socks,
hole-bearing boots,
His thickly matted tree bark of a beard,
sunburnt leather of skin, and all the dirt between it, stagnant fetor
His three crushed menthols,
His stolen watch,
His fathomless, resonant eyes,
With pride.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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